If One Can't Be Happy, One Must

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

Greece Is Not A Country Of Happy Mediums: Everything There Seems To Be Either Wonderful Or Horrible.

Life Itself, She Thought, As She Went Upstairs To Dress For Dinner, Was Stranger Than Dreams And Far, Far More Disordered.

The English Lord Marries For Love, And Is Rather Inclined To Love Where Money Is; He Rarely Marries In Order To Improve His Coat Of Arms.

A Typical Irish Dinner Would Be: Cream Flavored With Lobster, Cream With Bits Of Veal In It, Green Peas And Cream, Cream Cheese, Cream Flavored With Strawberries.